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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471333" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In This Tacit Realm of Crimson Sky</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471333" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In this tacit realm of crimson sky<br>where the winds inebriate with<br>a cloyed saturnalia adrift your breaths<br>I wallowed, wearing my shoes like<br>a silent stone skipping a pond<br>and every step, and every ripple<br>I shatter unbeknownst of the things<br>that abjures my puppet strings <br>in this tacit realm of crimson sky</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471333" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In this tacit realm of crimson sky<br>the winter would remain sly<br>tethered to its autumn boudoir <br>so I muse upon the field of stones<br>and graves of flightless flesh<br>amongst its stellar descries<br>and whilst you blossom without me<br>I gorge myself in the saccharine cries<br>in this tacit real of crimson sky</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471333" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In this tacit realm of crimson sky<br>I nurtured my brittle spine<br>and waxed my shy lacquer<br>rooted in the epistemological reasons<br>of the irrational aberrations of the heart<br>and now the vermillion palette devours <br>the vertical line raising you horizons - <br>what had become to my home<br>in this tacit realm of crimson sky?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a></strong></div>